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SNOWS AND RAINS

COLLABORATION BY DANNY EL GENTLEDAN & DEBORAH RENEE©2014

(Danny)
Canyons of love, where flaws were bred.
A Punic faith, with hope and trust.
Was made the meat and daily bread.
On the isles of a pilgrims thoughts..

Memories were burned on discs of dreams.
My hope was slain on crystal tears.
A tender eyes, a subtle gleam..
Made my heart sink, in seas of care..

Icebergs of friendship melts down and drain
Leaving wet motes of errors that now remain
Frozen between the crevices of my heart.
By the wintery torrents of lonely pain.

(Renee)
Desert winds, coarse and merciless,
Depart to where, when I am lost,
Golden landscapes, dry loneliness,
Pain holds me here, love's endured cost.

Tears of yesterday, water the grounds,
a pointless effort, no flowers will bloom.
This land barren, gray clouds abound,
my body carries a heart of gloom..

In scattered dreams, where rainbows smile,
on plateaus of faith, seeds I cast.
Still a flicker of light, I pray now,
To again be wrapped in angel's grasp.

(Danny)
Ruffled papers blown by the wind..
On which was written, on the fields..
Memories of the tender dews of dawn..
Turned to soft tears, a broken mourn…

Snows rejoice in the wake of solitude..
A heart once adorned with warm pulchritude..
Merrymaking in the feast of brokenness..
Remnants remain clothed with rags of formlessness..

Sensitive tissues of affections devolve..
To maggots of hate and sheer distrust..
Eating the remnants of a heart, filled with love..
Decomposing, into the grounds, dead and lost..

(Renee)
Yet in the season of dying.
Still there's a gasp for air, for life,
God rejects the yearning for slumber,
Though this pain feels like a searing knife.

In the valley, where the breeze sings not,
where my heart was slaughtered in the sun,
I trudge, where life's hills show no mercy,
Miner of hope, seeker of peace beyond.

Standing now upon that pinnacle,
Between the boulders of life and death,
Without urging, in the desert night,
Still I pray for the rising moon of love.

Danny El Gentledan & Deborah Renee ©2014.

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